The girls were back with the school items before I had tried on even two of the dresses."My little flower is nervous. Will you help Joan with the clot...es?"Jennifer and Samantha didn’t need to be asked twice. I mean which girl would refuse the chance to dress up a boy. They moved in with enthusiasm and soon I had tried on everything that had been picked out. Mum approved three of the dresses and three blouse and skirt sets. I finally redressed in my original clothes, with Jennifer and Samantha’s. Good for her she had known Alex for years – a connection that had paid off for both of them more than once when he needed extra hands to help at a concert. Alex walked past the merchandise stall and saw Andi there, no crowds now that the band was on stage. He felt the familiar tug of desire that he always felt in her presence. He wanted her, had for a long time. But they were friends – and up to this point, they hadn’t shared any benefits of that relationship. God help him, though, he wanted. Mom and I have always been close and have always been touchy feely and full of physical love for each other. I got hugged to school, hugs when she returned from work, hugs for getting good grades and basically got hugged for being me. Along with the hugs came kisses on the cheeks and pats on the back. The thing is: Mom's innocent. I mean the world to her and generally I am the model son. High grades at school, play various sports, clean up around the house and am the perfect gentleman. Even. She looked at me and said, “Is this ok?” I nodded, looked into her eyes, and whispered, “Sure.” Could this be happening? Was this woman really about to get-off in this bar? I was game. She took my hand and guided it down my occupied thigh until my fingers met her bald panty-less crotch. My hand was shaking. I was breathing heavy as my index finger found her hidden clit. At the touch, Deenie smiled and moaned softly in my ear. She shifted her hips in the direction of my touch and moved back and.